Hi, my name is Rama Kumari, which was changed from Ram Kumar.I am 26 years old, and I would like to share my crossdressing story that made me a permanent crossdresser.Since my childhood, I had a fascination with girly things, as I was the only son and had one elder sister.People thought I should have been born as a girl because of my nature.
The first incident that happened to me was that I had to grow my hair forcefully at my mother's request.It started with my sister, who was very fashionable and didn't like having long hair, while my mother had always wished to have long hair.But my sister denied it and kept her hair short, as she thought it would take too much time to style since she was an engineer in a software company.One day, my mother and sister had an argument when my mother asked her to grow her hair.My mother said, "I wish Ramu was a girl; he would have accepted having long hair."I was shocked to hear that.Then, my sister said, "Why don't you tell him to grow his hair? Anyway, he is jobless and hasn't completed his studies. Most of the time, he just sits at home like a girl."
I wasn't very fat. I weighed 57 kgs and was 5'6" tall, with a dark wheatish skin tone, resembling my mother and sister, unlike my father.So, my mother told me it would be a good punishment and that her wish to have one of her children with long hair would be fulfilled.From that day, she told me that if I wanted to stay at home, I had to obey and grow my hair, or else I would have to leave the house.My father worked abroad and visited only once a year for seven days.
I had no option, so I decided to grow my hair on the condition that my mom wouldn't take me out. I agreed to stay at home and do any work required.As months passed, my hair grew longer, with my mother helping me by applying natural oils and herbs.She said, "Since you've grown your hair, you can't just wear a ponytail all the time. I want you to wear twin braids. It will help your hair grow even longer than a single braid."
I jokingly said, "Why don't you just change my name and gender? I will become your daughter, and later you can find me a groom."She smiled and said, "As you wish," then told me to start learning how to cook and do household chores.From that day, she took all my clothes and replaced them with salwar kameez, sarees, lehengas, and dupattas.She told me, "From now on, you will be transformed into a complete girl, and I will help you become a good wife and daughter-in-law."She even took me to a doctor for ear piercings and got my nose pierced, added jhumkis (earrings), and took me to the beauty parlour for eyebrow shaping and waxing.
I started wearing sarees at home, with my mother braiding my hair into long braids that reached my buttocks, decorated with jasmine flowers.My mother was very happy to see me in long braids and said to my sister, "You should have been my son, and Ramu should have been my daughter, by God."But my sister didn’t care about it and started treating me like a girl, giving me chores like making tea, preparing breakfast, and cleaning her room.I had to accept these tasks as per my mother’s instructions.
Every day, my mother fulfilled her wish by trying different braids and buns for my hairstyle. I started craving to wear jeans, so she gave me my sister's old jeans. I tried them on, and they fit perfectly, but because of my traditional hair and look, I didn’t like it. I told my mom, "I only want to wear sarees, half sarees, and other ethnic clothes."She appreciated me for being a true Indian house girl.
When people asked where my son was, my mother would reply, "He has gone abroad for work. This is my second daughter," and she introduced me as Rama.They were happy to see me being such an obedient daughter and praised my mother for raising such a capable daughter. Some even referred me for marriage and said that I was now at the right age to get married.I felt shy and blushed when I heard this, especially since my mom had decided to find a girl for me—someone with a more male-dominant nature, like my uncle’s daughter, who had a tomboyish personality.
So, my mother took me with her to visit my uncle's home. They welcomed us and said they had never heard of my second daughter. They complimented my behavior and started complaining about their own daughter for being too boyish.My mother openly told them, "I have only one daughter, and the person sitting here is my son who has become my daughter."They were shocked. "Is this really Ramu?" they asked, looking at me with disbelief.My mother then began discussing my marriage proposal with their daughter and said, "Ramu will not be your son-in-law; he will be your daughter-in-law."They were thrilled and lucky to have me as their daughter-in-law. They accepted the proposal and invited their daughter to meet me. She was overjoyed, knowing that she would be known as my husband, even though I was technically the son-in-law in their family.
They started the marriage rituals by gifting me a saree, blouse, bangles, anklets, and jasmine flowers, and decided on the wedding date.On the day of the wedding, my mom took me to the doctor for my permanent transition to a girl.He gave me injections for my chest, buttocks, thighs, and arms, and later took me for laser treatment to remove all my body hair. I was given some medicine to help me develop a natural vagina.
As my wedding day approached, I had developed full breasts, wide hips, and a shapely figure, and I felt incredibly excited. My fiancée chatted with me about our upcoming life together.I started thinking about her and my life as a daughter-in-law and wife. She often came with her friends to visit me, and my mom allowed me to talk to her.She drove a Pulsar bike and even had a Jeep. She worked as an engineer at a software company.
The wedding day finally arrived, and I was so excited for the next stage of my life. My mother was so happy to see me in my bridal attire.My mother-in-law had chosen a half saree for me on my wedding day. It was golden in color with heavy zari work on it.My mom had called a bridal makeup team to help me get ready. They worked on my face, did my facial, applied mehendi, and then started draping the half saree.Afterward, they worked on my braid, adding jasmine flowers and diamond stones to make it sparkle.
When everything was done, I was amazed and remembered my past as Ram. I felt a mix of sadness and happiness.
My wife, who was also going to be my husband, wore a white suit. She looked very confident in her male appearance.She was 5’9” tall with a well-built, athletic body.When the ceremony was completed, she lifted me in her arms and carried me to the car.
Both my mother and mother-in-law were happy, saying that their pair was made in heaven. I blushed as my wife (who was technically my husband) held me under her arms.Then it was time for our first night together. I had to take blessings from my husband by touching her feet and serving her milk.She lifted my veil and kissed me on my lips.I kissed her back, and she told me that I must follow her rules and be obedient to everyone in the house.She told me that I always had to wear sarees because I looked more feminine and sexy in them.